Paroles et traduction Mañas Ru-Fino feat. Fa-Zeta - En Bandeja

En Bandeja

Si no me sale escribo sobre cualquier cosa
Pero pasa que si lo hago saco rimas que nadie más usa
No sé qué mierda le buscan, el rap es rap
Lo complican, hablan y no aplican
Solo causan risa

Vuelvo a chimbear en el micrófono
Mi vida es rapear ¿estamos?
Soy más ansioso que un gato por sus gramos
Acá hay rap como vicio en plazas
Es "Tiempo pa′ matar" como dice Willie en su salsa

Men, es el rap de casa
Y yo lo dejo en bandeja paisa
Sin moraleja, prefiero eso a ser una farsa
Ya veremos afuera a quien las manos le alzan

¿Su fe? No mueve mis montañas
Su talento es como Dios, unos le creen aunque no se ve
O sea, no me engañan
Porque apenas aprenden las vueltas que hace rato sé

Tengo 21 y no tengo ni chimba
Más que este rap y el estilo que quiere más de uno
No pienso en cuánto fumo
O en si mi humor depende del humo

¿Qué hay pa' prender? y sigo mi rumbo
A nadie le pido permiso si me enrumbo
Esquivo tombos, por soplar me embombo
No como de bombas ni de bobas, cierro bembas

Si me junto con mis amigos vuela mierda al zarzo

On Your Plate

If I don't make it, I'll write about anything
But the thing is, if I do, I come up with rhymes that no one else uses
I don't know what the heck they're looking for, rap is rap
They complicate it, talk, and don't apply it
They just cause laughter

I'm back on the mic spitting
My life is rapping, are we clear?
I'm more anxious than a cat for its grams
Here there's rap like addiction in the parks
It's "Time to kill" as Willie says in his lyrics

Yo, this is old-school rap
And I serve it on a bandeja paisa
No moral, I prefer that to being a joke
We'll see which hands reach for the sky when we're out there

Your faith? Doesn't move my mountains
Your talent is like God, some believe in it even though you can't see it
In other words, don't fool me
Because you're just learning the tricks I've known for a while

I'm 21 and I don't have a dime
Except for this rap and the style that everyone wants
I don't think about how much I smoke
Or if my mood depends on the smoke

What's there to light up? I'll keep going
I don't ask anyone's permission if I go my own way
I avoid the cops, blowing smoke gets me high
I don't eat bombs or fools, I shut my mouth

If I get together with my friends, shit flies into the street